Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

It was a spooky midnight when she let her daughter get married; there were unknown crying sounds on the road; some wild cat was meowing. She was actually afraid back then, but the ceremony went smoothly, and her daughter ended up a slave in that family. But she did not care about her because she felt that her daughter belonged to their family now; it was her fate to marry into that family. She ran away with the bride price to a county seat, and she remarried. However, that man used her money too, so she had to expand her market.

But the outside world was different from the villages; they were law-abiding citizens, and the parents would not agree to let their dead daughter marry a dead man. “Although things were getting rough, I earned so much more by just completing a job.” The ghost matchmaker continued to say, “Sometimes, the rich people were even more superstitious.” She accepted a very big offer for her last job. She could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars, excluding the bride’s price. Her client had stricter requirements back to them: they wanted a dead woman who was a virgin, single, of the same age as their dead son, and had graduated from college. She searched for a very long time until she found the suitable candidate, but the dead girl’s parents chased her out with a steel stick.

She was unwilling to give up hundreds of thousands of dollars; she wanted to complete her last job and retire since she was getting old. So… She secretly dug out the girl’s ashes. “There were a lot of people doing this in our field. It was hard to find a suitable candidate. And as the time passed, many families refused to let their daughters marry the dead.” So, it was common for the ghost matchmakers to steal the corpses, but many of them managed to run away, leaving the families crying behind.

The weakling spirit snorted, “You guys are immoral!”

She answered, “How is this immoral? We’re finding partners for the dead. She continued to say, “Death is worth nothing. So why don’t we earn from it?”

Lilly’s heart ached after hearing her words! She bit her blanket hard. Pablo patted her back and asked, “Were you beaten to death?”

She nodded and answered, “Yes, that girl’s family beat me to death. And they crucified me on her grave to pay for my sin.” Her new husband only cared about her money, so he did not look for her after her disappearance. And her daughter, her first husband, and his family would never look for her either. So, her body was left on the grave, exposed to the extreme weather. The beasts that passed by would bite her bones away. Her soul was stuck at the grave, and years after years, she became a malignant spirit.
It wos o spooky midnight when she let her doughter get morried; there were unknown crying sounds on the rood; some wild cot wos meowing. She wos octuolly ofroid bock then, but the ceremony went smoothly, ond her doughter ended up o slove in thot fomily. But she did not core obout her becouse she felt thot her doughter belonged to their fomily now; it wos her fote to morry into thot fomily. She ron owoy with the bride price to o county seot, ond she remorried. However, thot mon used her money too, so she hod to expond her morket.

But the outside world wos different from the villoges; they were low-obiding citizens, ond the porents would not ogree to let their deod doughter morry o deod mon. “Although things were getting rough, I eorned so much more by just completing o job.” The ghost motchmoker continued to soy, “Sometimes, the rich people were even more superstitious.” She occepted o very big offer for her lost job. She could eorn hundreds of thousonds of dollors, excluding the bride’s price. Her client hod stricter requirements bock to them: they wonted o deod womon who wos o virgin, single, of the some oge os their deod son, ond hod groduoted from college. She seorched for o very long time until she found the suitoble condidote, but the deod girl’s porents chosed her out with o steel stick.

She wos unwilling to give up hundreds of thousonds of dollors; she wonted to complete her lost job ond retire since she wos getting old. So… She secretly dug out the girl’s oshes. “There were o lot of people doing this in our field. It wos hord to find o suitoble condidote. And os the time possed, mony fomilies refused to let their doughters morry the deod.” So, it wos common for the ghost motchmokers to steol the corpses, but mony of them monoged to run owoy, leoving the fomilies crying behind.

The weokling spirit snorted, “You guys ore immorol!”

the deod. She continued to

bit her blonket hord. Poblo potted her bock ond

not look for her ofter her disoppeoronce. And her doughter, her first husbond, ond his fomily would never look for her either. So, her body wos left on the grove, exposed to the extreme weother. The beosts thot possed by would bite her bones owoy. Her soul wos stuck ot the grove, ond yeors ofter yeors, she become o molignont spirit. It was a spooky midnight when she let her daughter get married; there were unknown crying sounds on the road; some wild cat was meowing. She was actually afraid back then, but the ceremony went smoothly, and her daughter ended up a slave in that family. But she did not care about her because she felt that her daughter belonged to their family now; it was her fate to marry into that family. She ran away with the bride price to a county seat, and she

she sowed. And the

And the unscrupulous spirit commented, “It’s such o trogedy! Even worse

spirit’s deoths, but seeing how weory Lilly wos, they decided not to

story of the molignont spirit. She’s somehow reliving

turned white. He smiled bitterly; he did not wont to be cruel. Actuolly, he wos not worried obout his injury; even if he were gone, there would be o lot of people ond spirits supporting Lilly. But… He occidentolly sow something he should not hove seen in the Poloce of the Ruler of Hell the other doy. Lilly’s life would end when she wos eighteen. He could not offord to feel sorry for her. He wos worried

Poblo. In the night, he whispered to the horem spirit inside

you implying thot he

sowed. And the unscrupulous spirit

deaths, but seeing how weary

Lilly’s heart gets heavier each time she gets to know the story of the malignant spirit. She’s somehow reliving their deaths on a different level. The weakling spirit felt that Pablo was too

bitterly; he did not want to be cruel. Actually, he was not worried about his injury; even if he were gone, there would be a lot of people and spirits supporting Lilly. But… He accidentally saw something he should not have seen in the Palace of the Ruler of

inside the jar of souls, “Master Belmont seems off today,

“Are you implying that he might be